What through lavender flowers only witness
Such pact as should be made once only; what matter
The owl’s voice while nightingale’s song
Cheerfully approves of marital bliss; let the moon
In brightness stand still to laud man and wife
Whose blessed act all coming hearts do join.
The sun daylong in cloisters of light with savor
Brightens dreamily so, a paragon of constance,
It seeks a sacrament from the wedlock,
Love’s proper chapel— a babtismal cleansing gently.
Their bodies are white pebbles blessed by the holy mother,
Sacred and bare; they have never been so pure.
From this day on, all sins washed away, the threshold of
Dawn breathing like angels. The tongues of God’s
Animals rejoice; in the temple of marriage, the sprouting
Fruit. flowers, children to bear; saint Joseph speaking
His proclamation— let flesh be of one, poor of chaste,
Be nourished in faith; breathe forth their souls in praise.
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